I stand on the rocky cliff face, my black boots brushing the ground. My shoes are all I have left; everything else was taken from me. Ever since the Virus came. The knives at my waist are tied to my belt. They thump my hips as I walk, and the feel and sound of the weapons hitting me is sickening. Before the Virus, no one had any reason to own a weapon- and now I own five. My two silver daggers, a ...

“I was just trying to be what you wanted.” As soon as the words left her lips it was if Bella had broken free. The truth, at last. A deep, oppressive silence followed, pressing at her lungs, her brain, her chest. Geve’s thin mouth pursed, her dark, unyielding eyes burning into Bella’s. “Don’t talk,” Geve snapped, pressing the gun to Bella’s cheek. “I don’t care what you have to say.” Sobbing cloud...

White hands grasp a blood red rose. Limbs cracking, eyes gray with secrecy. A deep, sharp voice, laced with poison, a purr echoing through the darkness. Black dirt in her mouth, her nose. The glow of a flaming candle, a screech in the night. A pretty face beneath frosted glass. A coffin. She is just where she belongs. My knife, pulled from her heart with shaking fingers, crusted with blood...

The fish were big and freindly, their great bodies sparkling. A huge orange fish glided towards Sophie, his fins swishing as he swam. Sophie pressed her face up against the glass, against the single barrier that kept them apart. A halo of breath was expanding on the wall as she pressed her nose harder. She wanted to get as close as she could. The fish looked at her with wide, curious eyes. Sophie’...

I don’t know where I am. Or how I got here. But as I look down, I see I am bound to a metal chair. Iron bonds are clasped around my wrists, making it impossible to move. I squirm in the chair, trying my best to force the bonds off my hands, but it is impossible. I am trapped. I can’t see anything. Just black. I hope my eyes will adjust to it soon. Suddenly , the feeling of my situation daw...